Mother's day
By Pascal
After a hard day of practicing the harp, Lyre came home with a sigh. She set her harp by the door and
"Bon Bon, I'm home!" she called
"Come upstairs, honey. I have a surprise for you," Bon Bon called back from the bedroom.
Lyre grinned, because she thought it might be sexy time.
She went upstairs, but it wasn't sexytime.
"Happy mother's day!" Bon Bon purred.
She lay sprawled on the bed with a huge, bloated belly.
"I went to Twilight and she cast a pregnant spell on me. We're going to have a baby!"
"Oh shit! This can't be happening! This can't be happening!" Lyre said hyperventilating. "What the hell, Bon Bon?!" I'm not ready for this! How are we supposed to raze a kid?!"
Bon Bon was shocked. "I thought you'd be happy. Everything's been so stale around the house lately. We've done the same thing everyday for five years. It's time to go to the next step."
"Why didn't you ask me first! I would have said no!" Lyre sobbed with tears in her eyes.
"Lyra, wait!" Bon Bon called, but it was too late.
Lyre ran screaming out of the house and went to a pay phone and call her friend Gilda.
She and Gilda were friends from when she had grown up in Cloudsdale. Lyre could fly, which is why she was there in Sonic Rainboom. Gilda could have an abrasive attitude, but she always had direct solutions to problems like this.
"Bitch," said Gilda, picking up after the second ring.
"Hey Gilda, it's Lyre. I have a problem."
"Well, what is it?"
"Bon Bon's pregnant. She's having a baby without asking me first."
"She's what?! What the hell for? Why'd anyone want a kid?"
"I dunno," Lyre replied. "What the hell am I going to do? I can barely take care of myself! I thought we'd talk about this kind of thing when we were in our thirties or something! I'm not ready! But she's..."
Lyre paused, letting out a long sigh.
"I feel like I'm being unfair. She wants so much out of life, but I'm too scared to be a baby daddy."
"Fuck!" said Gilda. "What's unfair is just getting pregnant without asking your bitch first! She's fucking you up, not the other way around!"
"You're right!" Lyre agreed. "How could she just throw all this on me?!" The clinching depression in her gut turned to searing anger and she punched the phone stand in rage. "That fool has vexed me for the last time! But what can I do?"
"Hang on, let me think . . . uh, did you ask her about getting an abortion?" Gilda suggested.
"Ooh. I dunno about that, Gilda," said Trixie apprehensively. "I mean, it's kinda wrong, isn't it?"
"Of course not! People get abortions all the time. Sometimes they get pregnant but then decide they aren't ready yet, so they just go get an abortion. It's a perfectly normal and healthy medical procedure."
"Yeah, I guess so. But it's not me that's having the baby, remember? It's her."
"Well, I'm sure if you just talked to her, she'd agree. Just tell her you're not ready right now, but maybe in a few years you'll be ready to have a kid, or some shit."
A tiny glimmer of hope welled up in Lyre's chest.
"I think I will. Thanks, Glida."
"No problem, bitch," Gilda replied, hanging up the phone.
Lyre went back to the house.
"Hey, Bon Bon. I thought a lot about what you said, and how about an abortion?" she asked hopefully.
"What?!" Bon Bon exclamiez. "What the hell is wrong with you! Abortion is murder! I know you're scared, Lyra, but this is inexcusable! How could you suggest something so horrible?! Get out! Get out of my house!" Bon Bon slammed the door and ran upstairs and cried.
Lyre was out of quarters, so she had to hack the phone to call Gilda again.
"It didn't work. She got really mad at me and now I'm not allowed back in," Lyre moaned.
"Just wait right there. I'mma come talk to that bitch myself. Don't worry, Lyre. I've got your back. We'll work something out with her."
"Uh…" said Lyre, but Gidla already hang upped.
Gilda came riding into Ponyville on a silver motorcycle. She steered with her feet, because she was busy shooting a colt .45 revolver into the air with her right hand, lifting a 50 lb. weight with her left, chewing a medium-rare steak in her mouth, and smoking a cuban cigar up her nose. She wore sunglasses and a leather jacked covered in chrome spikes and Grateful Dead band logo decals.
Gilda was so fucking cool that instead of just stopping and getting off the motorcycle, she backflipped off of it an let it go screeching down the road until it ran into a police car and exploded.
Lyre quickly led Gilda to her house before someone saw, and they knocked.
"Bon Bon, It's me. Can I come back in?"
There was no reply.
"Bon Bon," said Gilda. "You don't know me, but I'm a friend of Lyre's. My name is Gilda. I've been talking with Lyre about this. She's really freaked out about all this, and I think she may have acted a bit hastily. As a neutral third party, perhaps I could help you two work this out by being a mediator. Would it be alright if we came in and talked about this?"
The door slowly opened.
Bon Bon's eyes were very red from crying, but she let Gilda and Lyre in.
"So, Lyre told me that she's been under a lot of stress about this whole thing," Gilda said. "She seems to feel like it was unfair of you to get pregnant without asking her. Can you tell me why you did that?"
"Well, I just felt like life was going nowhere, you know? Maybe it was hasty, but dammit I need something more out of this life! I feel like I'm just getting older and older. It's just time to grow up."
Gilda nodded.
"Um, I'm really sorry I asked you to get an abortion, Bon Bon. I don't know what I was thinking. I . . . I think I would like to try being a mommy, ok?" Lyre asked.
"Ok," said Bon Bon, and they hugged and kissed.
"Um . . . can we touch your tummy, Bon Bon," Lyre asked nervously.
"Oh . . . ok, I guess," Bon Bon replied. She was nervous about being touched by the Griffon, but it strangely excited her.
Lyre and Gilda started stroking Bon Bon's baby belly. It was huge and squishy, and Bon Bon started feeling aroused as their attention became ever more playful. She bit her lip, knowing it was wrong, but the raging tumor of hormones inside her was begging for satisfaction.
Bon Bon blushed as Lyre leaned in and gave her belly a passionate kiss.
"You know what you just did, Bon Bon?" Gilda purred, gently scratching behind Bon Bon's ear with a claw.
"Mmm…" Bon Bon moaned.
"You just took a big fucking shitty dump all over Lyre! Now you're gonna pay!"
"Wha?"
Gilda pulled out her colt .45 revolver.
"The amount of sexual pleasure I experience in the next few moments will be the deciding factor in whether or not your baby lives. Do you understand?"
"What?"
Gilda swung the gun and brutally pistol-whipped Bon Bon in the face. The impact fractured Bon Bon's cheek bone, and she cried out in pain and fear as her eye began to swell shut.
"I AM IN A FUCKING BAD MOOD TODAY, BITCH!" Gilda screamed, grabbing Bon Bon by the hair and pulling her face right up against her mouth. "You fucked Lyre over, and now you're gonna get fucked yourself, and it better be good for me, because if it isn't, I'm going to fucking tear you open and snap that little shit's neck like a fucking twig! DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME?!"
"Y-yes," Bon Bon whimpered.
"Then start suckin', bitch!"
Bon Bon gasped as Gilda spread her legs with a smirk, revealing a huge, glistening, veiny cock. It looked more fit for a manticore than a griffon.
"Beg for it!" Gilda demanded.
"Please fuck me," Bon Bon sobbed.
"Not good enough," Gilda growled.
"Oh, Gilda! Let me suck your dick!" Bon Bon wailed.
"NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" Gilda screamed. She shoved the barrel of the gun up Bon Bon's pussy and pulled back the hammer. "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOUR BABY, YOU DUMB BITCH! NOW FUCKING BEG FOR MY COCK LIKE YOU MEAN IT!"
"PLEASE GILDA! PLEASE LET ME HAVE YOUR DICK! I'M A DIRTY FUCKING SLUT AND I WANT IT SO BADLY! JUST DON'T KILL MY BABY!" Bon Bon screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks as she trembled in fear and humiliation.
"That's more like it!" sad Gila, becoming erect. "Let's bang this bitch, Lyre!"
Gilda inserted her long fucking meat pole fully into Bon's mouth and began grinding into her chubby, bruised face, while Lyre scissored with her from behind.
Bon Bon choked and gagged on the huge cock. She shut her eyes out, trying to block out the rape. She had never felt so powerless and afraid in her life. The whole thing was like something out of a nightmare. She could hardly believe it was happening.
Just then, a vibration began stirring up in those two bulging grapefruits Gilda called testicles. A second later, Gilda let out a piercing scream of jubilation as she exploded cum like a fire hose in Bon Bon's mouth.
Bon Bon spluttered and choked, spurting out semen around Gilda's cock.
"Swallow it!" Gilda barked. "If you don't, I'll rip out your baby with bare hands and feed it to my fucking dog!"
Bon Bon tried, but there was so much and the griffon just kept cumming more and more.
Eventually, Gilda released her, and she flopped down on her back, burping and gurgling. Her tummy, already bulging from motherhood, had swollen visibly bigger from all the cum.
"Hey, Bon Bon, guess what." Gilda said with a smirk.
"W-what?" Bon Bon squeaked.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOUR BABY ANYWAY!"
Gilda began punching and pistol whipping Bon Bon's tummy, while Lyre joined in, beating Bon Bon with her harp. Bon Bon screamed and shuddered, desperately trying to cover herself with her hooves, but it was no use. A trickle of blood flowed from her vagina, and a tiny, bloody, pink head started poking out.
"Ooh! The baby's coming!" said Lyre.
Lyre roughly yanked it out all the way and tore the umbilical cord off with her teeth. It was so tiny. It had a little head and hooves and everything! It was kind of ugly and bloody sand bruised though. Newborn foals are generally cuter than premature ones. Bon Bon raised a hoof, reaching for her baby. Her mouth opened and closed soundlessly as she stared at the bloody lump in horror.
"WHY?!?!?!" Bon Bon howled. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! I LOVED YOU, LYRA"
Suddenly, the bloody little foal let out a gurgling scream and began thrashing in Lyre's grip.
"Amazing!" Lyre said. "It must be just barely old enough to survive outside the womb."
"It's not gonna survive in this environment for long," Gilda commented.
A wicked grin spread slowly across Lyre's face.
"Then we should put it back inside her!"
Gilda turned Bon Bon over onto her belly and lifted her tail up with a yank, stretching her butt hole open.
"NO! NO PLEASE DON'T!"
*SHLICK!*
Lyre shoved the screaming, premature foal up Bon Bon's ass.
Bon Bon screamed and started kicking furiously, but Lyre and Gidal held her down and laughed.
Slowly, the foal's struggling slowed and ceased.
Bon Bon let out a quiet, piteous whine of grief, then became still.
"Why, Lyra?"
Gida leaned in close to Bon Bon's ear and whispered "You're baby is dead now. The last thing in this world it felt was shit all around it, and it's going to burn in Hell forever now because its mommy didn't love it enough. You were too weak to protect your baby. Everyone you loved and trusted hates you. You have failed in every aspect in your life. You are beneath contempt."
Gida reached into her backpack and pulled out a length of rope.
"Here's a noose. Hang yourself," Gilda instructed.
Bon Bon took the noose silently and put it around her neck. Her spirit was broken, and she just wanted it to all end.
Lyre tied the end of the rope around the ceiling fan, and Gilda helped Bon Bon onto a stool.
"Bye bye, Bon Bon! Happy mother's day!" Lyre snickered as she bucked the stool out from under her partner's feet.
Bon Bon hung, making involuntary thrashes and squeaks as the rope choked the life out of her body. Finally, after an agonizingly long time, she was dead.
Gilda grabbed a sticky note and put it on Bon Bon's tummy and wrote:
Dear police, My name is Bon Bon and I am so depressed and suicidal because I had a perfectly natural miscarriage, so I am going to shove it up my butt and selfishly hang myself because I can't take the pain. Gidla and Lyre are completely innocent.
"Perfect! The'yll never suspect a thing!" Gilda said happily. "Now about my payment."
"Oh . . . um, right," said Lyre. "What is it exactly that you want?"
"Your ASS!"
Gilda grabbed and squeezed and fondled and groped Lyre's big pony butt. She was a griffon, but she had developed a huge fetish for ponies in her early adolescence, because ponies had huge asses that were almost always exposed.
"Ooh! I'm ready for round two, yes!" Lyre exclaimed. "But this dead body is ruining my haze. I am not a necrophiliac. Let us go to your hose."
And they went.
"Why do you have a cock, anyway Gila asked Lyre?"
"I got it installed so I could rape," Gilda explained. "You ever try to rape an ass with a strap-on?"
Lyre shook her head.
"It's not as much fun as you'd think. Now, start suckin', bitch!"
Gilda prayed that her bravado masked her nerves. She had been on the receiving end of more dicks than she could remember, but she had never actually used one on a willing partner, and performance anxiety twisted her stomach because she didn't want Lyre to think she was a bad fucker. She had no idea what to do to pleasure a woman with her shaft, having only used her penis for evil, but she figured that with oral sex, she could mask her lack of experience by taking on a more passive role, and she could still grope the ass with her hands that way too.
"Uh, well…" Lyre said, shuffling her hooves nervously and not instantly jumping on Gilda's penis and sucking it inside out.
Gilda let out a long sigh.
"Alright, what the fuck is it, bitch?" she asked, putting a comforting arm around Lyra.
"Well, I . . . uh . . . like to do stuff with . . . food," Lyra mumbled, blushing.
Bon Bon used to love stuffing Lyre with pizza. She would feed Lyra slice after slice until Lyra's belly bulged like a balloon, then take the remaining slices and shove them up Lyre's anus and vagina. It was part of what made their relationship last for as long as it had. Lyre longed for the feel of sticky, half meted cheese and thick, creamy sauce in her holes.
"Have you got any pizza?"
They went to kitchen, and they found a box of pizza rolls in the fridge.
"Ooh! Ooh! I want those!" Lyre squealed
"Bitch, it takes twelve buttfondling minutes for the pizza rolls! My dick will die in that time!"
"Well, maybe we can start with something else for foreplay and get steamed up while we wait for the pizza?" Lyra suggested.
Gilda dug through the fridge, and pulled out a can of whipped cream.
"Oh! I'm cumming!" Gilda snickered, squirting the can in Lyra's face.
"Ack! You'd better not really cum on my face!" Lyra spluttered, whipping the foam away.
Gilda shoved the into Lyre's ass, and the unicorn gasped as the chilled cream shot up into her rectum, making her shiver.
"Shit, Gilda! Food in my ass makes me so fucking horny!" Lyra said, grinding against the floor as she basked in the joy of a whipped cream enema. "I want you to put your 502 inch dick in my Bad Gateway!" she moaned.
Gilda removed the can and took Lyre to bed and slid her huge, veiny cock into Lyre's ass with a wet squelch. Shitty whipped cream squirted out as the griffon pounded away, grimacing with concentration and pain. Gilda's penis was too big even for Lyra's pizza-broadened and whipped cream lubricated asshole, and it was causing a great deal of pain and suffering for both parties.
"OoOoOoOh my dick is inside a piranha, Lyre!"
"Stop! Stop! Abort! We need to think a little harder about this," Lyre cautioned.
Gidla pried herself apart from Lyre, and sat for awhile.
"Hmm. What do we do, bitch?"
"Maybe a reverse angle sex-suck like you suggested earlier?" Lyre suggested.
"That's an awesome idea lets go!"
They got down in a better position and started getting freaky.
Lyra whimpered in pain. Gilda sharp beak was ravaging her vagina.
"What the fuck?" Gilda snarled. "Are you having a period, bitch?" But the blood made her even hornier.
"Mmmrgmrmg!" Lyre tried to explain, but the cock was to huge for her to speak. She tried to push the massive griffon off, but Gilda misinterpreted Lyra's struggling as throws of passion.
"Oh yeah, you like it rough, don't you bitch? You're a dirty fucking whore that likes the beak, huh?"
Gilda redoubled her assault, inadvertently lacerating Lyra's clitoris.
Lyra convulsed, biting down in agony and almost severing Gilda's mighty shaft with her blunt pony teeth.
"AAAAAUUUUGH!" GIlda screamed.
"Oh fuck, Gilda! I'm sorry!" Lyre apologized, filially pulling herself free.
Gilda's dick had been crushed into two halves held together only by a strand of twisted muscle.
"OH FUCK DASHIE OH FUCK OH SHIT EEUEUUAAAAGH!" Gilda shrieked, cumming jets of bloody semen out of her mutilated penis, spraying Lyre in the face.
"Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh fuck!" Lyre babbled hysterically as gory sex juice gushed from her vagina.
There was blood all over everything. The mattress was soaked with it, and splatters of gore covered the walls and ceiling.
"Call an ambulance, Gilda! We need to get to the hospital!"
Gilda was already becoming lightheaded from blood loss.
"Wha . . . no . . . oh fuck, my dick!" she groaned. "What the fuck have you done to my dick?! There's blood fucking everywhere!"
Suddenly, a deafening beeping of a smoke alarm sounded from the kitchen, reverberating throughout the whole house.
"Shit! I forgot to set the timer on the pizza rolls! They're burning!" Gilda howled.
She hastily pulled a pair of panties from a drawer, wrapping them around a dildo to make a crude splint for her ruined penis.
Lyra limped to the kitchen, but it was too late. The oven exploded, shooting firey pizza rolls everywhere. Soon, the whole room was ablaze.
"We can't save your house! I'm so sorry, Gilda," Lyre whimpered, dragging a stunned Gilda away from the blazing kitchen.
***
"Just what were you two doing?!" Nurse Redheart said when they got to the hospital.
It had been extremely painful getting there because they had to walk back because the Gildacycle had been destroyed pointlessly.
"We fell down the stairs," said Gilda. "Now shut the fuck up and repair our sex parts so we can get fucking again!"
Nurse Redheart sighed and gave them unnecessarily large painkiller suppositories and lathered soothing antibiotic ointment between their legs.
Gidla clinched her teeth. Although she was no longer able to feel pain thanks to the huge pills dissolving in her rectum, Redheart's tender care was still very erotic. Gilda had a nurse fetish, but she didn't want to get a boney because it would shoot blood everywhere again. She tried thinking about mathematics to take her mind off of the hot nurse ass that was now tending to Lyra, shoving a cork into the unicorn's vagina to stop the hemorrhaging.
3x1=3, 3x2=6…
…3x22 is 69. OoOoOoOh SHIT! It's the number that looks like sex! No Gidla NO!
But it was too late. Fully against her will, she became instantly rock hard, and a fountain of sweet viscera fountained out of her wretched dick.
"I will save you Gida!" Lyre yelled. She jumped out of her bed and latched her mouth around the griffon's cock, forcing the blood back in with a reverse blow job.
"She's lost too much blood!" Nurse Redhert dismayed. "If you release her she will bleed out and die! The only way to save her is to give you a blood enema so you can provide her with substance! But do not cum or else the cork will fall out!"
Lyre nodded, and Redheat shoved a gigantic, 6 inch diameter tube deep into her gaping rectem. Lyre shivered playfully as the cold blood crossed her prostate. The life giving red jelly flowed through her digestive tract and came out her mouth, filling Gila back up through her penis.
However, the whole thing was understandably very erotic for poor Lrye, and a build of of sex juices inside her vagina was pressuring the cork.
Suddenly, Lyra Heartstrings and Big Mac who was a police officer now came storming into the room and shouted "STOP! Those women are wanted for MURDER!"
Big mac had seen the note, but he had figured out exactly what had really happened because Gilda had forgotten to explain why Bon Bon had a hurt eye.
"That is my evil clone Liar Heartstrings! Your days of evil are over now, you fiend!" Lyra yelled.
"Oh shit, Liar! It's the pork!" explained Gilda
The surprise made Liar cum and the cork went flying off and Liar and Gilca collapsed on the floor. The screamed and flailed round as all theblood in their bodies got squirted out and they turned into shriveled raison people and died.
Their souls stood at the pearly gates of Heaven, and they saw Jesus there with Bon Bon and her baby.
"You two really fucked up!" said Jesus angrily. "Bon Bon told me what you did to her and her baby. What the fucking god damn hell is wrong with you?!"
"It's not our fault! She had a baby without asking Liar!" they protested.
Jesus was pissed ad didn't listen to them. he sent them down to Hell where Satan and Hitler raped them and impregnated them and forced them to have abortions and shoved their babies up their asses every day for the rest of eternity.
"HOLY FUCK THIS IS HORRIBLE!" Liar and Glida screamed. "IS THIS WHAT WE DID TO BON BON?!?!?!?!?! OH GOD NO WE'RE SO SORRY!!!!!!!"
But it didn't matter because Hell lasts forever, so them realizing the error of their ways didn't really help anything.
"It's just terrible!' Nurse Redhead cried back on Earth, clutching Big Mac's shoulder.
"I know," Big Mac replied gentle stroking the nurses mane with a friendly hoof.
"When will people learn that abortion is never the answer?" Lyra exclaimed, shaking a hoof at the sky.
THE END
Authors note:
I hope you all got something out of this story. I know that it was shocking ta times, but abortion is not a beautiful thing and I wanted to make sure that everyone would understand that it is not a choice and it is wrong. If that offends you, then I'm sorry but those are my beliefs.
Since I am such a new writer, I would appreciate any constructive criticism you have because I want to improve but plz no hate. If this gets enough thumbs up then I may consider writing a sequel, so favorite if you liked!
